When I was a young manI ran away from homeI went to join the circusWent to see the cotton candy whirlAnd make me lots of money on my ownFor Molly, oh, my pretty MollyBut she's waiting all aloneSomeday soon I will return to her

Then I made the big timeBright 11ghts, show bizI'm really in the circusThere's only one thing wrong

Ride a windy box carSee a thousand children young and oldOh, that grease paint smileCan hide your soulHere comes a carouselGuess which town it isFeel the thrillGrease paint covers everythingBut winters chill

I'm reading Molly's letterThe ink is fadingAnd the page is fuming yellowLong ago, I promised MollyDon't you know II will close my eyes and go to her?